[tape hiss, static, tape hiss, voice] To tell you the truth, the God's honest truth, I never wanted to go down there. Not for the life of me. It was Beth's fault; she was the one that boosted my ego, that pumped me up to go down those creaking, rotting stairs into the abyss of the cellar of 3 Haskell Street. 3 Haskell Street was a run down building, long a...
Southern cutie balls a black stud and his virgin teen nephew During the half hour drive to pick up Jeff's nephew, my semi-impaired wife somehow managed to complete her hot pink ensemble by applying a surprisingly neat coat of frosted pink nail polish in the big back seat of our nearly new Cadillac sedan bracing her hands on the large center armrest. A half...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for over two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't fuck...
What she wanted wasn't me. Not at first. Our introduction at the clear blue hotel pool was remarkable enough. I just didn't do myself any justice when I tripped over the pool chair she was reclining in. "Oh, god," I stuttered, dropping my cellular and immediately shamed that I was more grateful it hadn't plunked into the pool instead of concerned with the st...
The semester was nearly over and my wife Nancy and her classmates were working on small group projects instead of meeting as a class. To the disappointment of her heterosexual male classmates John, Arthur, Jerry, and Dean, she was placed in a work-group with three other women and the gay man. It was just as well. She and her project-mates managed to work wit...
Randy On the school bus, I'd learned to sit near the front. Right behind the driver if possible. Outside, it was different. In the open air, I was a sitting duck. The bus was easy. Sit by the decent kids and close to the driver and the troublemakers had a line they couldn't cross without at least some penalties. And after my mom started driving me to school...
Kate learned a very important lesson that morning. Some men just couldn't be handled. Before meeting Rafe and Jerome she'd always found a way. Some men could be handled by fancy talking, some with a gun. Some she could handle with sex appeal, if she tried hard enough, some with money. But damn her, Isabella chose to consort with immovable, arrogant, pushy me...
It happened way back I was 23 years, traveling from Delhi to Bombay in a/c train Rajdhani Express – chair car. As usual I reached the station on time and luckily had a window seat and 2 seats were empty, a while later a good looking couple enters with a kid (4 years old) and are seated next to me after adjusting their luggage the husband kissed the wife and...
When she crossed over I-80, Nancy snuggled her lean frame into the soft leather that was wrapped around the driver's seat and kicked off her heels. The countryside and farms blurred beside her and she day-dreamed as the car continued its course, almost on autopilot, down I-57 towards Champaign, Illinois. She enjoyed these drives. They represented the only t...
Donald was studying himself in the mirror. It was now 4:30 pm. The ceremony at Dr. Perry's house was to begin at 7:00. The drive would take about half an hour. Song Lee was due back from the spa any time now but she still had to dress of course. Donald had picked up his tuxedo and Song Lee's gown from Loretta on Friday afternoon. Now he examined himself in...